Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1759

Every single page felt like a brutal slap to Obsidian Sun's face.

The Raven's grip on the papers tightened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He finally understood.

Why had The Panacea been so terrifyingly calm the moment Specimen Fourteen was wheeled out?

Because she knew. She had known all along that Obsidian Sun had a mole in the medical team.

She deliberately pushed Fourteen into the spotlight. She set the trap layer by layer, flaunting Fourteen's staggering value and baiting the billionaire buyers into demanding the identity of its creators.

She forced Obsidian Sun into a corner, making them panic, making them act.

And then, with ruthless precision, she handed a mole they had kept buried for years straight to Project Zero-Transit on a silver platter!

She never even had to point the finger herself. She weaponized the ship's own security protocols, letting them investigate, letting them rage, letting them discover just how deeply Obsidian Sun had dug its claws into their territory.

She had even calculated exactly what The Commodore would care about the most.

The Raven's chest heaved.

The sickening realization of being maneuvered step by step, only to look back and see that every single action he took had been perfectly predicted by his enemy...

It was too familiar.

Obsidian Sun had bled from this exact tactic before.

A stunningly radiant face forced its way into his mind.

Serena Lancaster.

The girl whose name plastered the files of their ruined operations. The lethal huntress who operated with a terrifying arrogance, always weaponizing her enemies' resources to dig their own graves.

"Copy."

"Understood."

"Executing immediately."

With every response, the color drained further from The Raven's face.

This wasn't just about losing Specimen Fourteen anymore.

This was the complete eradication of Obsidian Sun's influence on Project Zero-Transit.

Every shadow channel they had built, every route they had secured over the years—wiped out in an instant. They couldn't access their data, they couldn't move their cargo. Even their people were now prisoners of the ship.

Any fleeting hope they had of utilizing the chaos to erase their tracks and extract Fourteen was violently severed.